The boys decided since they didn't buy me an actual gift they would make dinner for me for mother's day.

I told them they didn't have to, but they insisted.

Somewhere along the line they got it in their heads to "create" a new recipe...just for me.  Let me tell you how "lucky" that makes me.

They made hot dogs.  I think Younger Boy was in charge of those.

The other thing.  I don't know what to call it.  Maybe one of you will think of something.

It was potatoes sliced up and fried(?).  There was also asparagus cut up and mixed with the potatoes.  It had a sauce of what I believe was queso, but I am not completely certain.  The whole thing was topped off with crushed tortilla chips.  It wasn't horrible, but I would probably never willingly request it.

I love them for thinking of me and for making me a mom.

After breakfast in bed I slept in....embarrassingly long.

I had intended to get up for church, but I didn't make it.

I guess I needed the sleep, because I woke up at 2:30PM.

Stress will do that to you...I think.

Mother's Day.

My boys like to make me breakfast in bed.

It turns out pretty well every time.

The one thing that I wish is that it wasn't served at 6AM.  I'm not sure what compels them to think that is what time I want to eat breakfast when I usually get up at 8AM on Sundays.

It was nice.  They even remembered to keep the dogs downstairs so I could eat in peace.

Maybe next year I can convince them that 8AM will work!!

I'm not going to lie.

Personal hygiene is a struggle with Younger Boy.  A big struggle.

He doesn't like to take care of himself.  This includes both showering and brushing his teeth.

It is now Saturday night.  The last time I DEFINITELY remember him showering was Tuesday.  Wednesday if you count the baptism.

He smells.

Tonight I convinced him to shower.  When he came back downstairs after the shower this is what he said, "Tonight I got in the shower and the water started hitting me.  All of a sudden there was this horrible smell.  I sniffed a few times and I realized it was coming off of me.  I stink."

I couldn't help but laugh.  Middle Boy immediately said, "I have been telling you that."

Hopefully this will cause a change in attitude about personal hygiene, because he does stink and the cologne cover up isn't cutting it anymore.

Praises for unexpected discoveries!!

Tonight we were talking about dogs and had a REALLY good laugh.

Middle Boy said, "Sophie is Mom's dog and Max is my dog."

Without missing a beat Younger Boy asked, "Who's dog am I?"

We laughed for a long time about that one!

When Younger Boy and I got home Middle Boy was wound up from being home all afternoon alone.

It was almost to the point of obnoxiousness.  You would have thought he hadn't seen another human in days...not hours.

The interesting part is that he is really "into" secluding himself in his room these days so the fact that he was craving interaction struck me as odd.

Hopefully he will calm down before it is time to go to bed. 

A girl can hope...can't she?

While I was getting my haircut Coach Z called.  Did I want to go visit our mutual camp friend in the hospital?

Yes...I do.

She and another friend had been earlier in the week after we had received "reports/stories" that he was in bad shape.

While he is not good.  He is improving.  A true miracle.

He is 24 years old.  He had an extra electrode on his heart that went haywire and he lost all body functions.  He didn't receive help immediately.

However...HE IS IMPROVING.  He is getting stronger and has his "normal" sense of humor.

He is hard to understand, because his vocal cords are weak from a ventilator.  At one point he tried MULTIPLE times to tell us he wanted to eat some fudge.  When we finally figured it out he was thrilled.  He can't have fudge, because of his feeding tube, but that is his sense of humor.

I am looking forward to going to see him again.  This kid is like a little brother to me in a weird...hardly ever talk kind of way.

Camp does that to you.

Prayers for you, Friend!!  See you in a week or so!!